We all have hopes, dreams, goals, and ambitions. Some of us don’t realise them until a lot later in life than others. Some of us know exactly who and what we want to be from early childhood. Some of us never really know at all so we give a variety of things a shot. I can’t say that I know entirely what I want or how to achieve it, all I know is that I’m now ready to believe in myself and give it a try.
I’ve always been creative, I get that from my mom who got that from my grandad and so on. My grandad would paint the most exquisite and detailed paintings you ever saw. How he didn’t have the urge to sell them, I’ll never know. They would have been worth a lot. My mom is more abstract but truly remarkable. Everything she creates is different and fabulous, across all varieties of artistic.
Whereas, I’ve never known where to focus my creativity. I love to craft, clean and to read and write. I’ve always worried first about whether or not it would make me any money if I pursued it than whether or not it would make me happy first and eventually make a living off it later. So, I’ve continued on and tried my hand at numerous different jobs and none of them have ever made me feel fulfilled and have usually made me miserable and surrounded by people who have dragged me down. I guess I have probably always been a bit of a lone wolf and just never realised it before.
Having the freedom of lockdown, jobs being few and far between in the current climate, a partner with a steady income and a desperate urge to follow my dreams and let myself try at a chance of seeing where something can take me, if it can make me happy, then why not give writing ago.
I’ve always been a diehard reader. In recent years, I’ve watched on the side-lines of an old acquaintance following her writing dreams and is about to be published or I’ve seen other old friends write fantastic blogs and in the back of my head I’ve had that nagging thought niggling at me saying “You want to do that. You should try that”.
Well, what’s stopping me?! Now that I’ve allowed this thought to become a possibility and I’ve granted myself the time and space to have a few months of “me time” and see where it goes, my brain is already over run and full of weird and wonderful ideas that I can’t get down quick enough.
I would love to one day be a published author. I absolutely love young adult fiction and I think it would be the best suited genre to my writing style. I read a lot of YA, romance or thriller novels and sometimes when I watch the TV and I’m trying to predict what’s going to happen next, I make my partner belly laugh with the crazy ideas that come out of my mouth of my possible outrageous outcomes.
Before my nanny job ended, I was working one week on and one week off which suited me fine because during my week off it gave me the downtime to focus on what I loved. This usually meant keeping my house clean and trying my hand at cooking new and delicious recipes, but I also started writing again.
When I unpacked my boxes from moving overseas, I re-found a book I’d bought in Waterstones before leaving the UK. It’s called Ready, Set, Novel. It reminded me the seed has always been planted, I’ve just never let it grow before. However, during the first lockdown, my sub-conscious must have let this feeling loose somehow already because when everyone was going through the phase of “picking up a new skill”, I signed myself up for a free 10 week creative writing course.
So, here goes making dreams a reality. Seeing where that writing I started in my downtime will take me, using this blog to document my journey and to hold me accountable when I feel like giving up. You only need one person in the whole entire world to believe in you, and that person is yourself.
Let’s do this!!
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